Sup.
Today isn't bad.
Potential for a bad day, but turns out just hilarious.
I'm heading out the door and I know I've got time to spare. I know my makeup and keys to the studio are in my car.
I'm wrong.
I'm cruising and ready to put on some makeup at a red light and there isn't a single bit. So I'm like... what about my keys? No keys. I'm way to far to turn back, traffic BECAUSE IT FREAKIN' SNOWED!!! is horrible. I try to call the dance director. I don't have her cell. I don't know her home phone. I finally think to text another teacher and get her number.
At this point, I'm stuck in traffic still 30 minutes from the studio. I call the owner and ask if she could possibly be on her way to help me in the studio and she let's me know there's a key hidden in an electric box. But I hear on the traffic report my direct path to the studio/my sister's house is stand still. So I get off and take a 10 minute detour. I get to my sister's rush Izze in... run out the door get the studio and I cannot find the key.
Then LaKay, the owner pulls up! Saves my life and I have FIVE minutes before class starts. Thank GOD I decided to push the class back fifteen minutes. And yet still, everyone was still more than five minutes late.
I have to laugh it off. One of my students told me I look like a boy in girl's clothes and with girl hair... k.
Then my director asked me if I'd be interested in teaching the youngest, most beginning competition team next year and some new tumbling only class. TOTALLY.
I'm going to teach two longer days instead of three days, two short and one long. It'll be perfect. Izze will be in preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and we'll have Mondays totally empty.
Also, I'm getting my hair done tomorrow for the first time in two years.
gulp.
But today is good.
Potential for a bad day, but turns out just hilarious.
I'm heading out the door and I know I've got time to spare. I know my makeup and keys to the studio are in my car.
I'm wrong.
I'm cruising and ready to put on some makeup at a red light and there isn't a single bit. So I'm like... what about my keys? No keys. I'm way to far to turn back, traffic BECAUSE IT FREAKIN' SNOWED!!! is horrible. I try to call the dance director. I don't have her cell. I don't know her home phone. I finally think to text another teacher and get her number.
At this point, I'm stuck in traffic still 30 minutes from the studio. I call the owner and ask if she could possibly be on her way to help me in the studio and she let's me know there's a key hidden in an electric box. But I hear on the traffic report my direct path to the studio/my sister's house is stand still. So I get off and take a 10 minute detour. I get to my sister's rush Izze in... run out the door get the studio and I cannot find the key.
Then LaKay, the owner pulls up! Saves my life and I have FIVE minutes before class starts. Thank GOD I decided to push the class back fifteen minutes. And yet still, everyone was still more than five minutes late.
I have to laugh it off. One of my students told me I look like a boy in girl's clothes and with girl hair... k.
Then my director asked me if I'd be interested in teaching the youngest, most beginning competition team next year and some new tumbling only class. TOTALLY.
I'm going to teach two longer days instead of three days, two short and one long. It'll be perfect. Izze will be in preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and we'll have Mondays totally empty.
Also, I'm getting my hair done tomorrow for the first time in two years.
gulp.
But today is good.